Wouter Doornbos
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Staying here was like stepping into a Scandinavian Wes Anderson film — equal parts charming, chaotic, and mildly life-threatening.
From the moment I inserted my Best Western Rewards card into a mysterious slot labeled “MAIN SWITCH” (because why not?), I knew I was in for an adventure. The light switches read like a riddle, the heating panel seemed to require a PhD, and I’m still not sure if I accidentally reprogrammed the room or turned on a satellite.
The built-in hairdryer had definitely seen things. Possibly a bear fight. Its cable looked like it had been gnawed on by the ghosts of electricians past — but hey, who doesn’t love a bit of rustic electricity and thrill in the morning?
The outlets worked… eventually. After negotiating with them and offering a sacrifice (my phone charger). The wall art was lovely, even if the walls themselves looked like they’d just escaped a DIY crime scene.
But here’s the thing: I kind of loved it. Despite (or because of) the absurdities, the stay was memorable, warm, and full of character. The bed was comfortable, the location was great, and I genuinely laughed more than once at the little surprises around every corner.